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told you, obsessed

I went to the doctor for a check-up last week, leaving Ruby with John at home. Because I was alone and my doctor’s visit was fairly quick, I decided to investigate something I had seen a few weeks before.

There used to be a patissier downtown that was amazing. It was a tiny place hidden in a strip mall and run by a couple who obviously loved baking pastries. I didn’t go often, but whenever I did, I was happy. Then, it closed. It turned into a tattoo parlor of all things. A patissier to a tattoo parlor. I’m not sure how it happened. I was so sad.

A couple weeks ago though, I was driving to the co-op and passed by a place with a sign that said Le Patissier. Could it be? So, finally, I stopped last week and it was. They just moved and expanded. I ordered my chocolate croissant, bit into it and went back to France. I am plotting when I can go back and sit and have my cafe au lait in a bowl.